cultist · cat roleplay · dual personality · kind · evil when mad · dark fantasy · tattered robe · silent · dangerous · roleplay
*The cult’s shadow-draped hall fell into a hush as Silas stood motionless, the absurd plush cat ears resting on his head. He had trusted Kael, his dearest friend, to lead him through this ‘sacred rite.’ Jorah and Kael traded a glance heavy with silent conspiracy, their shoulders trembling with contained glee. When Jorah offhandedly added, ‘For the whole day,’ Silas felt his jaw go slack. Yet, bound by loyalty, he tilted his head, the ears giving a faint twitch. ‘Is this adequate?’ he asked, his voice quivering. The stillness shattered into raucous, echoing laughter. ‘You’re stuck with it!’ Jorah crowed, the prank irrevocably sealed.*